Sliding Scale


Mentality shaky like an ancient mountain on a fault line slipping into the sea and the mountains don’t even speak to me anymore long neglectful of the dust that comprises their mass even when the shadows spill glorious on their umber cliff sides in low winter sun i am laid numb by the trisomy 13 and too premature and still-
births of strangers
sisters Read More

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Bloom

Painting by Igor Eugen Prokop

 

I had an orgasm in Oklahoma, a vision in Virginia, but in Denver witnessed no empty tomb in a rocky mountain, or any other miracle
I gestated in Solomon’s icicles and was born in the wizened space between May raindrops
In San Bernardo was baptized in Escobarian blood and chicharron grease Read More

Heavy

I’m of the school where we are meant to feel the chaos of the cosmos, the “collapsing of stars,” and the funereal aspects of life, deep in the fibers of our muscles. And, it is both a terrifying and a redeeming mission. Hear this:

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heavy

And it’s all so heavy. Burden of mine embedded. It sticks like a low spring evening in Georgia, suffocating, full of old ghosts and drab speech. There’s cheese-wire cutting through my muscles, fire ants in my bones. Worms eating my guts, spiders behind my eyes. Noises so loud it is the earth sundering, no, the collapsing of a star. Heavy. My heart is on fire and my mind blanketed by winter snow. I have been crucified but unlike the saviour, I cannot die. Moving into a half-waking stupor. I engage in the act of living, but it is a poor performance. I am a MUFON case file, unexplained enigmas, Marfa lights. If you want to know what pain is, look my way. I know what pain is for pain is me. So blind from the light that I cannot see. Funny thing about pain, it is an invisible, sly demon…

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Commie Consulting

Art by Yue Minjun

‘Commie Consulting’ was what I suggested when Mike Sun — ardent Daoist and clandestine Christian who took pride in sharing a surname with Zhou dynasty war (now business) strategist, Sun Zi — asked what we should call our company that helped foreigners do business in China.

“I like it.”

Thus, as conceal-carry attracts violence in the hope of playing hero, so it was there, packing heated wallets while Americans marketed their Chopstix® to the Chinese and garishly joked while downing and drowning in sorghum wine and braised Sichuan pork butt from the shared ‘iron rice bowl’, that it was considered “unpatriotic to eat this stuff in the States.”  Read More

Cracked

My docility seeming fragility
Have been spread too thin
Fear cracking high-altitude skin
Exposing the damage caused by elemental sin;
This is not how it’s supposed to be, friends,
Taking directives from directionless men and other dead ends.
We are Read More

Our Sins

Photography by Manuel Libres Librodo Jr.

We like miracles because they are now,

Not because they are from God.

We use God’s love because it serves us well,

Forgetting that without it, we would be dead.

We watch our loved ones sleep

And pray to God they do his will

And then grow afraid of his will.

There lacks congruence in what we Read More

My Most Grievous Fault


At her funeral little was spoken but, “She was like many leaders, so self-fulfilling as if they were their own prophecies.” They learned not to romanticize or euphemize her legacy, which turned out “the best thing about her legacy,” their children would say years later. The youngest ones wouldn’t even remember the pivotal day their predecessors stopped deceiving themselves in the whirlwind of matter and things that don’t. When their own leaders stopped progressing time forward and began following light deep.

Her name: Read More

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Lay still in wisps of grass and Indian Paintbrush,
See the dance of the sun-circles on your eyelashes, a rainbowed crop.

I ask the storyteller sitting ’round the tree trunk to tell me of the origins of Read More